Cricket

I am like a cricket in an open field.
My chirp is heard, but I go unseen.
You hear me crying out.

Chirp.

Am I not enough to be noticed.
I am better off unseen.
Just see me.
Small.
Desperate.
Cricket.
I move closer with every cry.
Do you see me now?
Do I catch your eye?
No.
I can’t beat the shimmer the sun mirrors off the grass
I can’t beat the way the ocean waves clash.
For I am nothing in a world of beauty.
I am a  spec of dirt compared to a world of gold.
I am nothing.

Chirp.

But do you still hear my cry?